Estella didn't question it or try telling her to follow her bliss, just accepted Rosario's logic with a nod, and that on its own was enough to move her to honesty. "No," she admitted with a small shrug. "But it's not an ideal world, so, y'know."
It wasn't like she hated medicine. Anatomy, yeah, but she was liked biochem fine. She could see herself in anaesthetics or radiology; not a dream job, but a good job, and once she started making real money she'd be able to afford to treat herself, too. Invest in some proper stargazing gear, go camping in Death Valley, join some pro-am collabs. Maybe help discover something cool. For a non-ideal world, that sounded pretty alright to her.